Far off in the darkness, Feng Han's figure was hidden inside a house, secretly observing the activity ahead.
After hearing the withered man's words, he snorted derisively in his heart.
'What the hell do you know!'
'That Su Yu is a chosen one. So what if his Realm is low?'
'Monstrous talents like him always fight above their level. With your damned arrogant villain act, aren't you just marching to your death?'
'Besides, Su Yu can even summon heavenly thunder. When you can't beat him, he'll just call down a bolt. Let's see how arrogant you are then!'
'And who knows what's wrong with that Formless Earth King, insisting on creating this huge thundercloud. Isn't this just creating a home-field advantage for Su Yu?'
The mere thought of the heavenly thunder's power made Feng Han shrink back. He'd been struck by it twice already. Now, even the sound of thunder would jolt him, a grand master at Muscle Forging Realm Perfection, awake from his dreams.
